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Getting off work on a Sunday night at midnight is depressing. No one is up for anything, not even me. My computer, ps2, and guitar can only keep me company for so long, and my bed seems like its a four-hour walk away. Everyone's falling asleep, and I'm ready to relax and enjoy the relative evening. Wait, my mind's not at ease. I can't concentrate enough to read. I've been staring without direction and thinking about the same shit for an hour now. Getting fucked up so I can pass out isn't really an option, I'll just fixate on my loneliness more. What could/should I have done better? Damn, what a sappy entry.